False Young Master's Self-Strategy [Rebirth]

Naturally, the place where the fight took place could not be where the group of people squatted yesterday.

That place is too obvious, Lan Geguigao's student said that the place is a deeper alley.

When Wen Zining arrived, he happened to be seen by a sentinel.

The sentinel was a yellow-haired boy who had just finished nine years of compulsory education when the teacher pinched his nose and sent him out of school.

Huang Mao always looked down on people wearing blue pigeon expensive high school uniforms. Seeing Wen Zining who was wearing a school uniform and walking in a hurry, he stretched his hand forward and blocked his way.

He flicked his legs briskly, apparently becoming interested in Wen Zining, "Good student, why are you hanging around here if you don't go home after school?"

Wen Zining raised his head to look at him, his unhealthy cold white skin and thin figure made him look a little weak.He frowned, with a hint of confusion in his ignorant eyes.

Wen Zining looked at this yellow-haired man and found it familiar. From the corners of his thin memories of his previous life, he finally discovered the existence of this person.

In Huang Mao's eyes, it was obvious that the student had been frightened stupid by him.

In the alley guarded by Huang Mao, there was the sound of scuffling and the muffled sound of fists and fists. Wen Zining pointed inside and asked, "Wen Zining is inside?"

"It turns out that the good student came to look for him," Huang Mao whistled, "hand over all the money you have on you, and I will let you go in and get beaten together."

This yellow hair has nothing but quick reflexes, but its fighting skills are among the group of people, and it can be regarded as the fifth scum in fighting.

In the previous life, Wen Zining had no trouble beating the yellow-haired man, but in this life, he is not so sure.

This body is still living on medicine, let alone undergoing high-intensity exercise.

Even the five scumbags in that group of people, he can't fight with bare hands now.

Wen Zining looked at Huang Mao's facial features flying around because of his complacency, silently took out his mobile phone, and called 110.

"Hi, hello, I'm in the alley next to Lange Guigao. After entering the alley, turn left at the third exit and then turn right at the second exit." Wen Zining glanced at Huangmao , "Yes, someone is fighting here, please come here as soon as possible."

Huang Mao clicked tut tut three times, looked up and down the student boy with delicate hair, and felt that he was pretending to be calm.

He didn't believe at all that the good boy from Lange City would call the police, "Hey, you think you can scare me by pretending to call the police with a mobile phone?"

Huang Mao lowered his face and threatened in an impatient tone: "If you don't obey me again, believe it or not, I will beat you?"

While speaking, Huang Mao stretched out his hand and waved it twice in the air.

Wen Zining didn't say anything, just glanced at Huang Mao with a foolish look, and walked around him to check the situation in the alley.

Huang Mao didn't expect that Wen Zining was really not afraid of him, and he couldn't bear face, so he became angry instantly, grabbed Wen Zining by the back collar, and dragged him over, "Is your father talking to you? Deaf or stupid?"

At this time, the battle in the alley was over. Five or six people were lying on the ground, howling everywhere, and it seemed that they had been severely beaten.

The only person standing among the group of people, blood oozed from the corners of his mouth and forehead, his face was bruised in several places, and his school uniform was dirty and torn, but his black pupils were irrationally ferocious, like It was the person he was eyeing who could be devoured alive in the next second.

Huang Mao was frightened instantly, he grabbed Wen Zining's back collar subconsciously, pulled him in front of him, and said in a trembling voice, "You, you, don't come here..."

Wen Zining's legs were also weak from fright, but fortunately the yellow-haired hand was able to hold him, making Wen Zining seem calm on the surface.

He crossed his arms and tried to raise his chin, biting a dead line in his heart, that is, he must never show weakness in front of his high school self.

"Is this what you said yesterday to do something?"

Wen Zining's heart was beating thumpingly, but fortunately, the instinct to pretend was still there, and he acted rationally and calmly, "You have [-] school uniforms on you, although they are my spare clothes, but You have to pay for it.”

Huangmao is going crazy, what are the hostages in his hands talking about at this critical moment!

But what Wen Zining didn't know was that because the yellow hair was holding his neck, he looked like a kitten who had been grabbed by the nape of his neck and was bluffing.

The reason why he was so afraid was because he knew that his former self almost lost his mind and killed someone.

Because he left the bar, those people thought that he had no backer, so they came to him one after another.

Words were like knives, constantly stabbing at his heart.

"The last time you stabbed me, I said earlier that I will pay back sooner or later when I get the chance."

"How capable do you think you are? Don't think that selling your ass to the young master of the Wen family means you've climbed to the top. If you don't give us money to seal our brother's mouth, this matter will be revealed to you sooner or later!"

"You're the shit in the stinky mud ditch, don't think that you're a human being by wearing a suit and tie."

"Believe it or not, one day we'll cut up that little young master Wen who doesn't distinguish between grains, and then send it to you in small pieces..."

Things that he thought he had forgotten long ago, when he saw the person behind Wen Qian, he instantly remembered them all.

It was like opening Pandora's box, and all the dirty memories flew out.

Most of the time, they don't really want to take other people's lives, but they just feel the pain and lose their minds, so they can't care about anything else.

The reason why he said he almost killed someone was because "Wen Zining" who didn't know who notified him stopped him.

But the current Wen Zining doesn't know how to stop the current Wen Qian.

They had never been in love, and they even hated each other. Maybe Wen Qian's bulging hand would have broken his slender neck in a second.

Seeing Wen Qian approaching step by step, Wen Zining became anxious, "It's against you, you are my fucking dog! Do whatever I tell you to do!"

But it was useless, Wen Qian stretched out his hand towards Wen Zining's neck.

Wen Zining was so frightened that he quickly closed his eyes and took a deep breath, and then there was a crisp fracture sound in his ears.

The scythe of death swung down, and a duet of screams came from the alley.

The honking of a police car outside the alley came in, Wen Zining's legs collapsed like noodles, and he covered his neck with trembling hands.

It's just that the empty neck made Wen Zining feel something was wrong.

He stopped screaming and looked up.

Wen Qian's hand held Huang Mao's four fingers, and they snapped them back together.

Huang Mao's face was pale, and his voice was shrill.

This is what the police in uniform saw when they arrived.

The policeman rushing to the front stopped immediately and shouted at Wen Qian: "Please let go of this classmate, otherwise we will take compulsory measures."

Seven or eight policemen surrounded the three aisles at the same time, and no one could escape this time.

Wen Zining was very confused, his brain told him that he should find a place to think about it, but the situation at the scene obviously did not allow Wen Zining to think slowly.

First, what should be done first?

Oh yes, Wen Qian should be stopped.

Wen Zining raised his hand and tugged at Wen Qian's trouser legs, "You, let go."

Wen Qian looked down at Wen Zining who was already trembling with fright, stared at him with dark and dull eyes for a long time, and finally let go.

At that moment, the police quickly took out the handcuffs and put them on Wen Qian's wrists.

The other policemen also quickly checked the situation, only then did they find several people lying in disorder in the alley.

Those lying down were sent to the hospital, and the poor little Huangmao was taken to the police station after being checked for injuries.

The alley was too deep, and Wen Qian was almost pushed away by policemen standing on both sides.

The only one left was waiting for Wen Zining to recover, and helped him out of the alley.

At this time, there are students who have just left the school, and when they see a police car parked on the side of the road, they will inevitably take a look at it.

When Wen Qian was brought out, all curious eyes focused on him.

Wen Qian was pushed into the car by the police, and it took four weeks before he started whispering.

"Which class is this from?"

"Oh my god, there's still blood on my body."

"Won't you be fired?"

"This man looks so vicious, so scary."

"Oh my God, it's so barbaric. It must be someone from the international class. The school knows how to accept some dubious people just for money."

Those words were heard by Wen Zining who had just left the alley, and it felt like he was talking about himself.

Savage and ignorant, vicious and bloodthirsty...

You've heard it countless times, so you should be used to it.

However, the rationality has long since disappeared, and Wen Zining's cheeks were flushed with anger, and he stood where he was, refusing to leave.

The policeman who supported him asked, "This classmate, what's wrong?"

Wen Zining looked at the person who spoke the loudest, and shouted loudly: "You are not a dubious person! You don't know anything, how can you talk nonsense!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Wen Zining realized that these words were used too softly. He collected a bunch of curse words from his mind, and was about to use them again when he was patted on the shoulder by the police.

"Student, don't get excited, let's go to the police station and explain this matter clearly, shall we?"

"We will never wrong any good person."

Returning to his sanity, he scratched his toes in embarrassment in an instant, and glanced at the police car parked on the side of the road guiltily, guessing that the windows of the police car were soundproof, and Wen Qian must not have heard it.

The police station was not far from the school. After Wen Zining went in and told the cause of the incident, Huang Mao wanted to add fuel to the story, but was left speechless by the police's questioning. In the end, he could only honestly restore the situation at that time.

After confirming that Wen Qian could only be regarded as self-defense, the police station asked the hospital again, and after getting the news that all the staff were slightly injured, they apologized to Wen Qian and released him.

Wen Qian walked out of the interrogation room and looked at Wen Zining who was obediently sitting on a chair waiting for him, his heart softened.

He originally wanted to ask why Wen Zining appeared suddenly, why he followed him beyond his control, and why he spoke for him at the school gate?

He leaned close to Wen Zining and bent slightly.

Those questions suddenly didn't matter much again.

"Wang."

Wen Zining's whole body trembled violently.

He raised his head, and saw the rare smile on Wen Qian's blood-stained face.

【You are my dog】This sentence was said by Wen Zining in a panic, but he felt that Wen Qian seemed to be really going to answer this sentence.

He looked like he was really expressing——

I listen to you, I am your dog.